"What's next? Did you mention jam?"

"I did! I did mention jam. In fact, so does the book."

He gets out some strawberry jam and some cream, and then another bowl and washes off the mixing beaters. "Do you wanna whip it or should I? I know, really exciting."

"I feel like there should be some innuendo here."

"I just said 'whip it', and I can't think of an obvious one for that. Such a lost opportunity." He sighs dramatically. "So: you or me?"

She giggles. "You go ahead, you have more experience whipping it than I do. Yes, I did it!"

He laughs and covers his face. "Are you sure that was even an innuendo?"

"It sounds innuendo-y, especially if I make this face while I'm saying it. 'You have more experience whipping it than I do.'"

Can he cover his face more? Somehow, yes. "Okay, yeah. Don't do that when my dad gets back, please?"

She puts two fingers on his chest and takes a step closer to him—she's shorter than him in this shape—and asks, "Or what?"

"Or I will be absolutely mortified?"

"I know. I want you to convince me that that's something I don't want."

"I... don't think I can?"

He seems slightly worried. Surely she wouldn't... actually...?

She giggles and wraps her arms around his neck. "I won't tease you in front of your dad, however much I may like seeing you blush."

"Thanks," he says, uncovering his face and turning his head to kiss her. "Maybe we should actually do the filling for the cake?"

"Probably. And it should probably be you, I don't have great cooking skills."

"Okay, but at the moment it's just whipping some cream."

Cream, meet bowl. Mixer, meet cream.

"More than I usually do!"

"Really? What's your dinner usually, just microwaved stuff?"

Mix mix.

"Well, no, but I don't usually bake cakes."

Theo shrugs.

The cream is now whipped, the cakes have cooled, and he can now assemble it! It's basically just putting jam and cream on the top of one, then placing the other cake on top.

"Et fini! That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No, it wasn't. My favourite part was the baking."

He sticks out his tongue, then fetches a knife and cuts two slices. And gets plates. Plates are possibly a good idea.

Yes, eating that cake with hands is probably bound to end in disaster.

Who said anything about cutlery? (Or whatever spoons/small forks are.)

Nom.

Um. Okay, then.

Om nom.